I got a palace in me
A palace of memories
In the center of my heart
Telling me I'm their queen
They're bowing down
Telling me i should go back
I don't know how
And they talk about sacrifice

I'm getting confused
All my administrators
Tell me I'm fine

I should hurry up
Before it's too late
The memories can sometimes
Fade away
Moving on

I wanted to carry on

For if I told you that I love you
Anywhere but my poetry
It would give you the power
To walk away.
So for now I will write
'Til the pen falls from my hand.
Never not loving you
And never not denying it.

- p. winter

you know the look
the look
when you feel eyes on the side of your face
but you're not completely sure
so you turn
instantly catching them
looking
their addictive
ice blue eyes
staring
and then quickly they're gone
looking somewhere else
like the floor or  
out the window or
pretending to be deep in thought
but
you know that they've been looking
because you've caught them twice before